Teens 3 - Sex Stories

Teens 3

... could anything about the horniness we were creating. His dick was so hard, and I could see on his face how bad he wanted to get free, how he couldn’t take his eyes from us. I was loving how he was holding the bars so tight, as if that would help. After a while, Marry became so sensitive at every touch of mine. She tried to close her legs while her body was twisting under my hands. She was almost cumming when I stopped rubbing her clit. Then I ran a finger over her pussylips and somehow rough I slid two fingers deep in her pussy. That cut her off a bit but it was in my plan. I didn’t want to get her cum just then. After doing so, I fingered her at the same seteady maddening peace, neither fast, neither slow. She was working her hips a bit, trying to get a bit more, and whispered moans were slipping from her lips. I ran a finger on those sensual, lustful lips, then across her neck and over one of her nipples on the way to her feet. There I just rested my hand over her inner tight, making her spread and stay still. I was now smelling her warm body, the sweet scent of her wetness as I was getting close to her pussy. Kept fingering her while kissing her tights, then started to lick on her clit and suck it, feeling it grow hard and feeling her pussy growing even wetter. Then again, when she was about to cum, I stopped for a bit, raised my head to see her eyes. She was in a whole different world as I could see. I scratched her tights a bit just to wake her up, and made her climb ...

... over to have my pussy too. Her asscheeks were looking more than delicious. I played a bit with that, spanking more in joke, making her twerk, than started to lick and finger her again now very fast, like a crazy. I was loving the way her warm heavy breath felt over my tights. Soon, maybe too soon, her body twisted and twerked as I could feel her wetness running bigger and bigger until she came hard. I didn’t came and didn’t want to, either. Not there, not then, not with her, so I got out of the bed, went to Chris, who was waiting quietly, but with a look on his face, mixed between fright and thrill. I always loved that look on him, I thought while I was taking his collar off, but keeping him cuffed. He wanted to say something, but stopped him: “Shhhh, babe! I wanna fuck myself, ok?” and I stepped between the railing and him, and holding my arms around his neck, I slowly slid his stiff throbbing dick in my pussy, starting to fuck it deep and steady, then faster and faster, that furious kind of “faster and faster”, not even caring that I was hurting my back on that railing. I actually wasn’t even feeling it. I was looking straight in his eyes and kept going and going, until I went real wet, and that made him even more aroused, so soon, he came real hard, on my belly. Then I just crushed in his arms for a minute, stepped back and opened his cuffs. There were no words needed. We could all feel the room’s air heavy on our shoulders going thicker and thicker as minutes passed. Marry ...